A recent dream reminded me of an old flame of mine who was one of the great loves of my life. It was one of those tumultuous relationships with a lot of soul and ups and downs. Some might call us karmic soulmates brought together to learn from past lives to face unresolved issues and… Continue reading
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The other day Dad and I took a long walk where we reflected upon life and such. He spoke again of his dream of moving to a little cottage tucked away in an old fishing town with a yard and a dog. Where he could take long walks with his dog, hang out with other salt-of-the-earth folks and — most joyfully — go fishing.
All these things are deeply ingrained within; I saw it in his father as well. Grandpa lived in a quaint home by the sea that was within walking distance of his fishing spot. He’d consort with fellow souls and they’d share stories through the hours.Continue reading
While roaming New Brunswick, Canada, I happened upon an old church in the village of Riverside-Albert that was converted into an unusual and hip market of sorts. It had groceries, a cafe serving coffee, pastries, and sandwiches along with art and crafts for sale in different areas. It had an open, airy aura with a bright and cheery ambience. I loved it and ended up hanging out there several times while camped nearby.
As I understand, today the place is no longer open because the proprietor was unable to make it work financially, which was quite unfortunate as it was such a cool place — especially more-so since I had a very unusual experience there I’ll never forget which I’ll share:Continue reading
On this very cold day of our New Year, I ventured outside and promptly ran back indoors with visions of a snowy armageddon in Florida (yes I readily admit I’m a cold weather wimp).
Wrapped in the warmth of a heater and hot coffee, I took the opportunity to reflect back over the past year or so. It seems a recurring theme has been about letting go and releasing into a new life.
In order to realize a long time dream of wandering our land in a tiny camper, I let go of a dearly loved cabin on a river.Continue reading
After long days and nights in the wild, I would come to town to stock up on food, etc. (and as always, that important visit to the local coffee shop/bookstore, which is nearly as blissful as being in the woods).
Since living the nomadic life, I’ve often noticed something different whenever I trekked back into civilization: People would look my way warily and give wider berth than usual. But it wasn’t just that -— it was the feeling of at once being invisible and avoided at the same time. As if I was not wanted in their reality.Continue reading
I have fond memories of the area, but what I remember most was a middle aged homeless woman camped near me in her small car. Over the next few mornings, I’d bring hot coffee and bagels over and we’d chat. First about books, the area, camping life, etc. Over time her story unfolded bit by… Continue reading